So God Made A Farmer

This folksy speech, delivered by Paul Harvey in 1978, was used in an ad that aired during Super Bowl Sunday.


And on the 8th day, God looked down on his planned paradise and said, “I need a caretaker.” So God made a farmer.

God said, “I need somebody willing to get up before dawn, milk cows, work all day in the fields, milk cows again, eat supper and then go to town and stay past midnight at a meeting of the school board.” So God made a farmer.

“I need somebody with arms strong enough to rustle a calf and yet gentle enough to deliver his own grandchild. Somebody to call hogs, tame cantankerous machinery, come home hungry, have to wait lunch until his wife’s done feeding visiting ladies and tell the ladies to be sure and come back real soon — and mean it.” So God made a farmer.

God said, “I need somebody willing to sit up all night with a newborn colt. And watch it die. Then dry his eyes and say, ‘Maybe next year.’ I need somebody who can shape an ax handle from a persimmon sprout, shoe a horse with a hunk of car tire, who can make harness out of haywire, feed sacks and shoe scraps. And who, planting time and harvest season, will finish his forty-hour week by Tuesday noon, then, pain’n from ‘tractor back,’ put in another seventy-two hours.” So God made a farmer.

God had to have somebody willing to ride the ruts at double speed to get the hay in ahead of the rain clouds and yet stop in mid-field and race to help when he sees the first smoke from a neighbor’s place. So God made a farmer.

God said, “I need somebody strong enough to clear trees and heave bails, yet gentle enough to tame lambs and wean pigs and tend the pink-combed pullets, who will stop his mower for an hour to splint the broken leg of a meadow lark. It had to be somebody who’d plow deep and straight and not cut corners. Somebody to seed, weed, feed, breed and rake and disc and plow and plant and tie the fleece and strain the milk and replenish the self-feeder and finish a hard week’s work with a five-mile drive to church.

“Somebody who’d bale a family together with the soft strong bonds of sharing, who would laugh and then sigh, and then reply, with smiling eyes, when his son says he wants to spend his life ‘doing what dad does.'” So God made a farmer.


I want to become an engineer because it’s the closest thing to being a carpenter. Jesus was a carpenter. If industrial machines and engines were available during his time maybe he would be one of those guys go home covered in thick black grease from head to jeans (I assume jeans were already in fashion then).

But being a farmer, I think, ranks next to that. So, I have decided that I will pursue farming someday.

Building and planting are two worthwhile things to do here on earth.


To  Him who invites us to His awesome b-day celeb be the glory. :)

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The constellations of parols, and sparky hanging centipedes

A cold and busy season either delighting or confusing you and me.

Some folks say owning a god is uncool here in Diliman

But believe it or not, everyone’s turned into this annual fun.

Joy to the world–Darwin does doubt

Let earth receive a carpenter’s adopted kid?

But to all extent of madness we all love all of these:

Faith and myths, traditions and temptations, and Santa kiss.

How can a person greet the boy who’s already gone?

And believe the carolers confessing to a “Living One”

But we, traveling beggars and thumped prisoners in the dark

To the news of acceptance, meaning and peace we hark.

Oh, invisible Bethlehem, where are you?

Come and count the stars on our university avenue

We’re still singing that A.D.-old question:

What to give to this new born icon?

The baby…

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Superbook is here!

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Relive the greatest story ever told!

Get ready as Superbook, the highly-acclaimed animated Bible series, treats you to a fun family bonding event—Superbook Reimagined! Be among the select few to preview the new Superbook, now digitally animated for the new generation!

Like us at Batang Superbook on Facebook to know more!

Visit Superbook.TV to play online games and watch episode previews!

My apologies if all of the recent stuff I have are “work-related“. I just really want to promote this event. Please do support CBN Asia as it tries to bring this new animated series in the Philippines. I loved this cartoons when I was a kid, and it really helped in making me enjoy the Bible more. Please pray with me for the success of this event. Thanks. :D

Superbook Reimagined!

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Christmas lights and decorations. Check! Gift list for kris kringles. Check! Travel destination for the holidays. Check!

Reflecting on the Savior’s birth… checked?


Stillwaters Blog is inviting you to intentionally ponder what Christ’s coming means for you thru the Advent Challenge: Blog Edition.

Every week, we will have a theme for our posts where you can share your thoughts relating to Christmas. This week will be about Faith, next week is about Hope, and the week after will be about Love (see 1 Corinthians 13:13).

We know you’re creative. That’s why your contributions could be in the form of a story, poetry, photography, digital art, essay, comics, videos, songs — whatever inspired means! But we highly encourage that you really take time to meet the Lord in your secret place. Other than that, it’s as easy as e-mailing your piece to

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Don’t Drink It’s Over

Last Friday, a generous friend summoned me and our closest batchmates to their home in Rizal to celebrate of the “Higantes Festival”. Okay, “celebrate” may not be the proper word because we weren’t there to join the people in the parade of the paper-mâché giants (higantes) and experience the “basahan” (merrymakers splashing water to everyone who believes in the miracle of fun).  We arrived late in the night after another usual day at the university.

It was a busy week for most of them, while for me it was a week filled with free times and free cuts–open moments to think about how I sucked academically and something-ly in a span of seven days. The agenda for that night was pretty simple: Eat like someone with a jumbo appetite, drink and be merry.

Now, I’m a big fan of classic fiesta cuisines and all-fun no-harm activities like videoke singing, cards and chit-chats common to Filipino “happy-happy times”. However,  I’m reluctant to social drinking. In the last several months, I’ve seen how my batchmates become so customary to alcohol when it comes to celebrations. I thought I missed a lot of things. I missed my mates’ boat of happiness. But actually, the habit all started from a very universal reason.

When life gives you lemons, you eat the rind. The toughness and stressing college life make someone’s taste buds thirst for something bitter. I discovered that myself one month ago. I drank a couple of cans of hard beer as I swallow all the bitterness and regrets that I had. I said to myself that I would do this in forgetting, at least for some time (in sleep clock), and in remembrance of how bad failing tastes like–with a prayer of not drinking from that cup again.

There where funny stories about my friends getting wasted after drinking too much and teleporting from point A (first down) to point B (nth down). You gotta like their craziness sometimes. Nevertheless, I don’t wanna end up like that, given my low tolerance to alcohol. I believe that the best thing you can do for yourself during drinking sessions is to protect a piece of your health and be responsible for your behaviours. I have seen closely how grievous drunkenness could be from experiences with family members who get drunk during birthdays, Christmas break, New Year’s eve, Holy Week and other events. I don’t want my future kids to commit terrible mistakes just because they know a dad who drinks as if there’s no tomorrow. The Bible warned us about drunkenness because of it’s ability to poison our decisions and our view of life.

But even the most principled in me can blunder sometimes. Thankfully, not this time. I think before I drink. I told my buddies to make my glass half of what they would have and to give me a shot in every two they would take. It’s good and not socially uncool to be honest about your limits. And it served me well–more time to search the songbook for songs to play and sing, and more awareness and understanding of what’s going on behind what’s going on with my friends.

The drinking ended with the five of us–including the host and the two guys who won the four-man drinking challenge that took place earlier that night–carrying the dead weights of our fallen brothers, taking them to bed. After that, we ate bread and cheese and talked about the things we never talked about. Creationism, veracity and interpretation of the Bible, dreams and nightmares, ghosts, quality of education, politics and corruption, importance of experience and some awkward conversations on love. I was amazed to know that these guys have this thoughts and questions about faith and life. I told them that a god who created heaven and earth cannot be fully studied and understood by the things within his or her creation. God is beyond everyone and everything. They all agree with me and it somehow eased their frustration in God’s mystery. If only they knew a profound and credible faith. In the next life, I believe we’ll all understand.

I wish I was able to say more on what I know is true concerning God and his purposes. (Some more shots could have helped me. Maybe.) I was overwhelmed by the entropy of the conversations and felt like it’s not the best time to share my faith. I think I was wrong. Still, I’m glad to be given a favor to hear some of their stories and questions, and I pray that in God’s time they will be happy to know Him and find a better reason to celebrate.

Sometimes, taking the road less traveled by beatifies a wary soul. Judging people and activities right away won’t let me hear this kind of dear-life story that I would like to share in my next post.

Needs – Collective Soul

All around me I see what weakness has made
Too much tomorrow I think I’ll take all today
Am I a poison, Am I a thorn in the side
Am I a picture, perfect subject tonight

I don’t need nobody
I don’t need the weight of words to find a way
To crash on through
I don’t need nobody
I just need to learn the depth
Or doubt of faith to fall into

Here I slumber to awaken my daze
I find convenience in this savior I save
Am I a prison, Am I a source of dire news
Am I a picture perfect reason for you

I don’t need nobody
I don’t need the weight of words to find a way
To crash on through
I don’t need nobody
I just need to learn the depth or doubt
Of faith to fall into

In this time of substitute
It’s my needs I’ve answered to (All the while)
And the hope that I invest
Still turns to signals of distress (All the while)

I don’t need nobody
I don’t need the weight of words to find a way
To crash on through
I don’t need nobody
I just need to learn the depth or doubt
Of faith to fall into

You’re all I need
When the water runs deep
You’re all I need
Now I cry my soul to sleep
You’re all I need


In times of doubt and distress, it’s great to have someone who can listen to the cries of your soul.